Page 51 of Look My Way (Bloody Desires #1)

Liam

Zavier holds my hand and kisses it before taking a sharp turn.

He said he had a surprise for me before he could take me where I really wanted to go today .

. . Where he promised we’d go. “There’s something we need to do first, since our original plans were interrupted,” he’d said.

He doesn’t knock me out this time, though, but my wrists are tied together and my eyes are blindfolded.

My heart thrums, not knowing what’s around us or what’s about to happen.

The excitement’s still there, though, and that’s what’s important.

Him shoving me in the trunk can be saved for a later date .

. . when the cops are done checking up on us and keeping a close eye on the still-open case.

Daniel hasn’t been found, but they haven’t stopped looking. They think he’s fled the country.

Zavier was careful to cover all his tracks and make it look like that’s what he’d done, purchasing last-minute train tickets with his card and leaving other trails.

Hopefully they’ll give up soon, or at least back down a little.

They might not, though, until his body’s recovered somewhere in the waters near where he’s supposedly hiding out.

My body bounces as we hit a bumpy road and Zavier turns on the radio, playing Alanis Morissette while singing at the top of his lungs.

I try not to smile because I’d be breaking my role as a helpless victim, but he’s making it impossible for me to feel like one.

I’ve been waiting to see if I no longer feel safe around him, after finding out all he’s done and seeing his collection.

It hasn’t happened yet. Is he thinking the whole Daniel situation will push me over the edge? Am I? I’m not sure anymore. My feelings over it are still confusing, and I think I’ll be able to make better sense of them once I finally see him. When I finally look into those wrong eyes again.

Zavier’s hand lands on my inner thigh, and he makes another turn before slowing down the car. The drive was at least two hours. Why is he taking me so far? There have been mentions of vacationing in a client’s cabin and other places he wants to go with me, so maybe this is one of those.

“We’re here. You’re going to stay quiet until I tell you to talk, you hear me?”

I give a quick nod and he pats my leg. “Good boy. I’d hate for you to ruin our plans, and then we’d have to end the day too soon. I want to have some fun before I show you where I put the others after I’m done with them.”

I experience an adrenaline rush and my skin is covered in goosebumps. The door opens and closes. Anticipation swirls in my gut and I struggle to breathe when the cool air from outside hits me. My seatbelt comes off and two large arms lift me, then I’m tossed over his shoulder like a rag doll.

Kicking my legs, I tug against the rope on my arms, and nothing but a silent scream comes out as I bounce with each step he takes.

“We’re almost there, and then you can make some noise for me. No one will be able to hear us where we’re going, so you can be as loud as you want.”

“No,” I push out past my lips, and a knife presses to my hip. A shudder comes over me and my arms hang lower as he shifts me around. “I want to go back.”

“Too late for that.”

“Please.” I lift my partly numb arms and slam them back down against him. His hold tightens around me and the tip of the blade pierces a small part of my skin. My cry is mixed with a heavy gasp.

“You can beg all you want, but it’s too late to go back now.

” He almost doesn’t sound like himself, his sinister words leaving a heavy sensation in my chest. Fear.

I can be scared with him after all, and it feels .

. . fuck, it feels better than anything.

Arousal mixes in, and I’m experiencing a strange high I didn’t know I could feel until he showed me.

He’s always showing me something new about myself. How can two people want so many of the same things while finding more common ground as they go?

“Not long now,” he says, and his updates are kind of sweet.

So is the gesture of leaving the rope a little loose around my skin.

So gentle and rough at the same time. So dangerous and safe.

Only with me, though. No one else gets this.

Anyone else he’s had in this position was on their way to meet their death, but I’m on my way to live.

A door snicks open and there’s a draft in the place we enter. Metal shakes around us, and I think we might be in some kind of warehouse, but I’m not sure. “Where have you taken me?”

“Somewhere special. You’ll like it, I promise.”

“I don’t think I will.” I go back to acting like I don’t want any of this. He really could be leading me to my death, and I’m ready to die happy if that’s the case.

Another door opens, and I jump in his arms when we go down some steps.

The air’s thicker where we are, and my lungs struggle to take in a new breath, my heart feeling too big in my chest. A metallic scent hits my nose and I lift my head, kicking again.

Zavier laughs and lowers me until my feet are touching the ground.

The blade slides up my body and presses to the front of my neck halting my breath.

“What are you doing?”

“We’re going to play a game. It’s a big room and perfect for running in. Don’t worry, since your eyes are covered and arms are tied, I’ll give you a head start. Only if you promise to keep that blindfold on, though.”

“What if I don’t want to play?”

“You don’t have a choice. But if you manage to outrun me and find your way out before I catch up to you, I’ll let you go.”

“And if I don’t?” The air in my lungs is like glass.

“You really want to know? Or would you rather it be a surprise?”

“I’m not in the mood for surprises.” The lie is clear in my tone, and his laughter is a reminder of what a terrible actor I am.

“So, if I catch you . . .” His voice is thick in my ear. “I’ll pin you to the ground and fuck you so hard you’ll feel me for days.”

“Please. You don’t have to do any of this. You can just let me go.” I steady my breathing to focus on his.

“Oh, but I do.” The glee is evident in his light, happy tone. Flames lick at my spine, and he nicks my skin again causing a fever in me.

“How much of a head start?”

“I’ll count to twenty . . . how’s that?”

“Okay. What if I fall and hurt myself?”

“I’m counting on it. But it’s okay. You can handle it.” His hot breath electrifies my skin, and he’s right. I can handle it.

“One . . .” He starts counting, and I’m thinking what the hell did I get myself into as I lift my arms up slowly, moving one foot in front of the other.

“Two . . .” he says, drawing each letter out, and I walk faster, nearly stumbling early on.

Catching myself, I try again and move faster, landing me against a wall.

My shoulder screams, and when he’s at five, a deep panic sets it.

Turning around, I feel around me again the best I can with my wrists tied, and I feel like a fire is lit under my ass when he reaches ten.

I’m running, heart zigzagging and nausea seeping in.

My foot catches on something and I fall forward, tangling myself in a plastic tarp.

Gasps strain from my lungs as I push myself up, but his footsteps are gaining on me fast.

When did he reach twenty? It’s hard to hear with the pulsing in my ears and an inner ticking clock warning me of a bomb about to go off.

His boots hit the pavement harder, and he whistles.

My skin feels like it’s separating as I go in a different direction than before, slowing down when my hands touch what feels like a railing.

This could be over if I hurry up the stairs.

I stand still for a second, then slowly lift one foot up onto a step, when a heavy presence closes in on me, fingers grabbing my wrist. I slam back against a hard body and he chuckles, saying, “I got you.”

“Please.” I no longer know what I’m begging for, but his smile on my cheek tells me I’ve said what he wants to hear.

“That’s right. Beg for it.”

I shake my head and he forces me to my knees.

A scream crawls up my throat as the front of my body slams into the concrete, and desire whirlpools inside me.

My thighs shake as he breaks them apart.

Heavy weight pins me down, and I put up as much of a fight as I can muster, to no avail, then give in and lie flat.

My underwear is yanked down, and his nose slides down my crack before he shoves his face in deep and his tongue grazes my hole.

I can’t see anything, but I feel like I’m seeing everything.

The dark view is filled with colors, and I rub my face over the ground as he sinks his tongue in deep.

He twists it and laps at my inner walls.

I kick my feet, laughing and crying as he adds what feels like a silicone dildo.

He pushes it in and out of me. I try to lift and he shoves it into me harder, hitting that magic spot inside me.

Paralyzed by pleasure, my eyes roll, and my skin is so sensitive to everything touching it. The air feels like cool caresses, and I arch my back, body spasming when a vibration shoots through me. Buzzing fills the room and the voltage is increased, causing me to scream louder.

“Oh fuck,” I say. I’m not supposed to sound like I’m enjoying this, but it’s all so good, I’m reveling in it. I lift my head, stretching out my limbs as I feel I’m being yanked in every direction, with waves of vibrations rolling through me.

“Ohhhh. Stop.”

“No. I don’t think you want that.”

“I do,” I say, wincing when he presses tighter to my warmth.He turns off the toy completely before hitting the highest setting.

My mouth waters and I can’t keep it closed, saliva wetting every place it touches.

He kisses my neck and replaces the toy with his cock.

His thrusts are quick and brutal, and my hole takes what he gives it while begging for more.

The ache spreads through me and it’s addicting.

I push back for more and he gives it, skin slapping skin.

His hips roll, and he crashes with me again and again until he’s filling me with his hot seed.

He spreads his legs around me and lifts me up by the hips to tug at my cock. Static fills my head and tries to crawl forward as the sensations become too much. I shake and claw at the ground. My orgasm is explosive, and I collapse forward when it’s over.

He kisses my ear and neck, licking down my spine. “How are you, carino?”

“Good. So good.”

“Me too. Ready for your surprise?”

“That wasn’t it?” I rasp, struggling to get enough air in my lungs.

“No. It wasn’t.” He leaves long pauses between each word.

“Then, yes. Show me.”

Lifting me into his lap, he strokes my back and the blindfold falls from my eyes.

I widen them, gut twisting as I take in what’s in front of me.

It’s horrifying but also beautiful. It’s truly the best gift anyone’s given me.

Anyone else would see their ex hanging by hooks in his back while missing all his limbs and with his mouth sewn shut as a bad thing, but not me.

I’m mesmerized. This is true power. Sitting here smiling while he’s there wishing he was dead.

His eyes blink tears, muscles tightening in his neck, and dried blood stains his skin.

He’s been taken down to almost nothing and I get to see it.

“Who’s the stronger one now?” I say out loud, capturing his gaze.

“You are, carino,” Zavier whispers softly. “You’ve always been.”

He cups my face and I melt in his arms, kissing him. It’s long, hard, and has us both on the floor writhing against each other. I keep my eyes on the hanging man in front of us. He’s right where he belongs and so am I.